Verse 1
Sweet HoCur of prayer, sweet hoFur of prayer,
That calCls me from a woDmrld of caGre,
And biCds me, at my FathFer's throne,
Make aGll my wants and wishes knoCwn;
In seaAmsons oFf distCress and grief,
My sAmoul has oftFen fouCnd relGief,
And oCft escEmaped the temptFer's snare
By TGhy return, sweet hour of praCyer
Verse 2
Sweet hCour of prayer, sweet hoFur of prayer,
The joCy I feel, the blDmiss I shGare,
Of thoCse whose anxious spirFits burn
With stroCng desires for TGhy return!
With sAmuch I hasFten tCo the place
Where GAmod, my SaviFour, shoCws His faGce,
And glaCdly take my statFion there,
And waCit for Thee, sweet hoGur of praCyer
Verse 3
Sweet hoCur of prayer, sweet hoFur of prayer,
Thy wiCngs shall Ammy petiDmtion beGar
To HCim whose truth and faithfFulness
EngGage the waitCing soGul to bleCss;
And siAmnce He biFds me seCek His face,
BelAmieve His WoFrd and trCust His grGace,
I'll caCst on Him my evFery care,
And waCit for Thee, sweet hoGur of praCyer